Yellow umbrellas and a bouquet of daisies

The rain sung in your ears as you watched it trickle down the glass.  As you gazed into the distance,  you breathed delicately on the window and traced the outline of a daisy with the tip of your finger. You stood back, admiring your art like it was in a museum. It was really cheesy but you kinda loved it. A knock at the door made you hold your breath for a while before you decided it was probably just the post man. Quietly you made your way down the flower printed staircase, dragging your hand along the bannister graciously. A silhouette of a man lingered outside the small window on your door, the knocking continued. Nervously, you turned the handle, the rain still humming in your ears. You were met with a soft expression, a pair of gentle blue eyes. The figure stood there clasping a yellow umbrella and a bouquet of daisies. His brown noodle hair flopped over his forehead, droplets of rain slid off the edges of the sunflower coloured umbrella and the edges of his rose lips creased to form the cutest smile you had ever seen.

You stared in awe as a large hand proceeded to raise the flowers in a delicate manner. Ignoring the flowers, you inspected the giant that was under that umbrella. Large feet, maybe a size 9, tight fitting trousers, a floral printed shirt tucked in with large mustard buttons, broad shoulders with prominent collar bones and finally a face, blue eyes dancing in the pale sunshine, reflecting the raindrops, a cute little nose that snorts when laughing, a smile surrounded by soft lips and smooth skin.

Tears threatened to form as you said his name in a weak but loving voice "Spencer?" He proceeded to mutter your name in return. Before you even had a chance to take a breath, arms surrounded you with a sudden warmth that you had almost forgotten. You stood there defeated, as you let the arms cocoon your small structure you took in his scent. Rain, peaches and lemonade. A shiver ran through your body as the presence of warmth left you.
" it's so nice to finally see you again," he uttered handing the flowers to you.
As those words left his mouth, the tears that threatened to fall won. As you stood there crying your eyes out, he gently picked you up, laid you on the sofa and planted a delicate kiss upon your forehead. Suddenly the tears stopped flowing and a calm feeling was replaced. "I have him back" you thought to yourself and a large cheesy grin appeared on your face.

You got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen to see him, covered from head to toe in flour. An idea crept into your head, "scare him" you thought to yourself. You proceeded to sneak behind him. He didn't suspect a thing so you pounced. You tickled his waist with no mercy and a noise that you had come to know and love escaped his nose. You let out a giggle as you listened to his cute snorts. The bag of flour that was once on the worktop was now on the floor. You thought that you were safe until he attacked you with a hug, causing the flour on his body to puff, surrounding you both in a thick mist. You noticed that he had his hands either side of your face and was leaning on top of you. He noticed how red your cheeks were and got up to apologise only to have you throw your hands around his waist and pull him in for a hug. He was so warm. His warm embrace left and made its way up the staircase to remove the flour that still lingered.

You sat on the plaid sofa, waiting expectantly for the figure of a man to make its way down the flower printed staircase, but it never came. Five minutes turned into ten and ten turned into twenty. The clock was intimidatingly snapping away in your head, echoing over every anxious thought.A cold sweat broke over your body as worry and paranoia took over, you couldn't take it any longer. As you silently crept up the floral printed staircase, a noise, like no other could be heard coming from your bedroom. It sounded like a low growl. As you tiptoed over to the rustic door, the growling got louder. In a single push, the door swung open and low and behold... The source of the growling was laying somewhat uncomfortably on your bed, with what appeared to be a shirtless chest rising and falling. "BLOOMING HELL!" You shrieked in shock and embarrassment. A drop of blood slowly dripped down your face as it left your nose and as soon as you noticed it, you panicked and ran for the door only to stub your toe on the bedside table and fall gracefully onto your face. At all the commotion, Spencer stirred and looked around the room for the source of the racket. He looked down towards the door to see a groaning, bloody lump with bright red cheeks and tearing eyes staring back at him.

You were laying on the China blue carpet in the foetal position making pathetic whimpering noises. Before you could react, your body was gently lifted off the floor, feeling almost immediately calmer. That calmness soon turned quickly into panic and embarrassment as you remembered that a certain someone still had no shirt on, you wriggled and thrashed at him to free yourself but he wouldn't let you go. "FOR GOD SAKE PUT ME DOWN!" You cried. He looked down at your embarrassed expression and smiled to himself silently, only holding onto you tighter, forcing your head onto his chest. Finally you gave in, just letting yourself go limp and letting sleep overcome your body and mind.

The smell of camomile tea and a warm presence. Humming and tapping. As you fluttered your eyes open slowly, you looked around and noticed that a rather large heritage green blanket had been oh so carefully draped across your body and a China cup with small dandelions printed along the rim had been placed on the coffee table. The dainty cup was filled to the brim with camomile tea, your favourite. You peered over the back of the sofa, towards the kitchen, only to witness spencer doing the cha-cha whilst holding a soup ladle in his left hand pretending to sing. A small giggle left your lips as you watched in awe, he was the most perfect man you had ever laid your eyes upon. He noticed your giggle and shot daggers at you with his piercing blue eyes and a dust of red appeared on his cheeks. His icy glare soon turned into a look of affection and pure love as he cocked his head and smiled, his hair flopping to one side.

" care to join me?" Spencer asked politely as he bowed and brought his left hand towards yours, his bracelet sliding down his wrist in the process. Your hands intertwined and he pulled you, with great strength, off of the plaid sofa. A simple nod was all he needed in order to know that you wanted to dance. You spent the evening dancing, hand in hand, no words were spoken and nothing needed to be said. Everything was the definition of perfect.